Dried lotus seeds. Like esoteric, simmer until fully soft and powdery; every breath […]
We are our own beginnings, much like misty mornings that haul maddened waters […]
I did not know the incense storing temple; fragrance percolating through the walls, […]
Bothersome; they come to me like midnight jasmine, syllables moody-saccharine, like crickets singing […]
There is such a thing known as too much or too little; chalked […]
And so it is, the way it always has been since ancient times, […]